Hello to the peoples reading this fanfic. This is ma second story so far. Reviews are welcomed and please no flames... Um... Besides that...uh...enjoy! :P
Disclaimer: No. The great works of Diablo only belong to Blizzard. Oh poo...
Nick was just a normal kid in a normal town who went to a normal school. Then again, these days the word 'normal' doesn't exactly mean what it was supposed to mean twenty years ago. Despite the fact that Nick was your average piercings-and-chains-and-black-wearing sixteen-year-old, the town being secretly built over over ancient burial grounds in which demons rites were performed that nobody knew about, and that Sanctuary Highschool was the strangest school on the particular continent, everything was just normal.
The boy, whose long hair he had dyed white, sighed as the last summer day had gone by. He had always felt alienated from all the others, save for his strange friends, because of his strange 'abilities' he had had to hide, and now he was forced to endure yet another grueling year of 'serviceable and beneficial education'.
The sharp ringing of the class bell signaled a warning that all the unfortunate students had five minutes before the tardy slips were whipped out, as he arrived on his skateboard. Balancing his studded knapsack on his shoulder, the rebellious teenager whizzed past a large sign that said, 'SANCTUARY COLLEGE PREPATORY HIGHSCHOOL', and entered the front doors crowded with other disheartened students. Once in the halls, Nick found his locker, number 139, and calculated what class he'd have to suffer through first.
"Yo Nick, ma' man, wassup?" said one of those 'strange friends'. Patrick was a dark-skinned sixteen-year-old who didn't quite make it as a 'Homie' but still tried anyway. He also didn't wear baggy clothes and lacked the muscle mass to become a 'playa'. Patrick held out his hand for a high five but Nick just stared at his hand as if it were the cafeteria's notorious meatloaf.
"My name is Crow, Patrick..." Nick said, annoyed at being called by his first name.
His friend shrugged. "Hey, I wanted everyone to call me Mista' P, but no one calls me 'dat either."
"Nick Crow Mancer," said a blonde, very cheerleader-looking girl.
Nick flinched at being called by his full name, which was even worse than Patrick's doing and reminded him of a scolding mom. He often wondered how in the world she had become one of his friends. Amanda Zon strutted up to the two, wearing a smile as bright as her neon pink shirt. Oh how Nick hated being seen around her. The only cool things about her was that she had some wicked fighting skills in archery and a record belch from last year's soda contest. Oh yeah. That was why he had such an odd mixture of buddies. Everyone in their particular group knew how to wield a weapon, even though it was just a hobby of their's, and also because they were alienated as well, despite their different personalities.
"Hey 'Manda," responded Crow, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
"Hiya' Pat," she said cheerily.
"Yo! It's Mista' P."
"Whatever, Mr. Pee..."
Hefting some rather heavy Physics books, the three began arduous journey through the congested halls toward the class that they had, upon comparison of schedules, to take together.
Patrick strutted alongside Nick. "So Nick-"
"Crow."
"-Nick, how's your grandmother?"
Crow sighed. "She's fine. She keeps stinkin' up the house but she's doing better at not falling apart."
The squeamish girl walking to their right clutched her books to her chest. "Eww... That is sooo gross. How can you stand dead relatives living in your house?"
"Literally dead," added Patrick, staring intently at Nick.
"Well, I told you it a mistake. It sure did freak out my mom though..." said the white-haired teenager.
"How can reviving your dead grandmother be a mistake?" asked Patrick, who was widely known as Pat even though it was normally a girl's name.
"Well what was I supposed to do when my finger's just started glowing weirdly? Point it at my face? I couldn't help it if my crazy parents wanted a family graveyard in the backyard right outside my window."
The other two shrugged. Patrick perked up as he saw two familiar figures conversing just down the hall. A guy and a girl. The guy had short-cropped hair and a muscular build. He looked like the type who'd spend hours working out at home then come to school and boast about it; and he was, which just goes to show you how good you are at judging books by their covers. The girl had a great sense of style, in Nick's opinion. Her shoulder-length ebony hair was slicked back with violet highlights in them and she wore anything that was studded and leather. She had soft tan skin and almond eyes that were a trademark of orientals. She also had a knack for karate and collecting sharp objects.
Brad and Asia.
"Wazzup guys," said the overly excited Patrick.
They greeted him.
"So what class you guys got?"
"Speak proper English Pat... We have Gym for first period," Asia said disdainfully.
"I don't know why you hate that class," Brad said helplessly.
"Maybe because human perspiration disgusts me."
These two were another addition to their strangely assorted group. 'There's only two missing,' thought Nick.
"Hey Patrick, have you seen the gym teacher?" said Brad as they walked the stretch of two minutes before class.
"No. Why?"
"Some guys are saying she's the hottest teacher in the entire school."
"Cool... I'll get to see her next class then..."
Nick rolled his eyes, then spotted the last of the group.
Drew, who was sometimes called 'The Hippy' because of his loving affinity towards nature, strolled up in a leather hide vest, his auburn hair tied into a masculine ponytail. He was also known for the various pets he liked to talk about. Alongside him, Sonya Ceres, who was a foreign exchange student from Mexico from last year, waved at them. She had chocolate hair and was the group's genius student who made straight A's and maintained a perfect grade-point-average.
"Hola compadres."
Everyone issued a standard "Hi," save for Pat who decided that a "Yo" was much more appropriate for his newly acquired image.
When the bell rang, the gang had quickly decided that they'd all meet up for lunch in the cafeteria. But for now, it was going to be the first hour of the first day of the first time they would discover the secrets of Sanctuary Highschool.